Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, there goes a big, fat juicy steak. Go fetch it.

David, I think this is the other half of the lottery ticket.

Well, worse case scenario, Memorial Day.

-Come on, sing with me. -I hate that song. I don't wanna.

Been a while since I've been invited up here.

Would you help me find other half?

-All right, are you ready? Squeeze. -You can't be serious.

Every time I step on a crack, I get a little nervous myself.

Iku and Bicky are gunning for you right now.

Sorry. I'm a little edgy.

-Maybe if I started CPR.... -Agnes.

We decided that the best way to trust each other was not to.

-Over here. -Oh, no.

We'll pay for the bill with private contributions.

That's what this uptight, over- achieving, neurotic behaviour is about.

It makes you wonder what else they have turned over.

Come on, Maddie.

Coroner's office, we're here to pick up a body.

-Good answer. -Hold it right there.

-Give me a boost. -I'm freezing.

Hey, by any chance, were your mother and father brother and sister?

First thing we have to do is call the CIA and the FBI.

-Bambi and Boobsie. -Boopsie. Librarians.

Right, they're on the body.

Excuse me. Excuse me, please. Excuse me.

...why don't they come back and tell you what to expect?

And me and missus are gonna be running along, so thank--

His name is Harry Soffer.

Just missed him. He just left with Iku and Bicky.

Winston Guy is a dead man.

"Harry Soffer." Lives at 96 Bishop Street. Or did.

...and they read the same classic comics as I do.

Enjoy your new chair.

-What was that? -l don't know.

-He don't even look hungry. -Did he tell you his name?

It's the best cure for a case of the heebie-jeebies.

I'm glad we're doing this now. I mean, I--

Looks cosy enough.